It was getting late at Leland Harbor and, as we were leaving, I happened to glance over my shoulder just as this light turned on (kinda fortunate). Also (speaking of being late), my blog-rounds will likely be later than usual today. Please bear with me, and have a great weekend, everyone!

Judge Smails: “All right everybody, it’s time to christen the sloop!”

Mrs. Smails: “Come along, children… you can shake your booties down on the dock.”

I’m cautiously trying to ‘hop’ back into the whole… non… absence thing. Also, I’ve come to appreciate animals that show no fear (or any ambition re: movement). Unless… you know… they’re bigger than me. Or rabid.

Delmar O’Donnell: “Can’t you see it, Everett? Them sirens did this to Pete! They loved him up and turned him into a… horny toad! Pete? Pete! Pete! Pete! Pete! Pete! Pete! Pete… it’s me… Delmar! It’s me… Delmar! Everett… what are we gonna’ do?!”